I looked out the
kitchen window today (Tippy wasn't around, thank goodness!), and guess what I
saw?? Mummy was on the deck playing with some little fuzzy creatures that made
funny mewing noises [they were very clumsy, too, not graceful like me]!
Mummy
had said she was just going out to check on something but it turned out she was
playing with these 'things'. You should have seen the way she was loving on
them and cuddling them and stuff. I got
jealous and made my most pathetic face in hopes she would notice and come back
to me.
She looked my way, and I squinted
and pouted; I think it worked because she came back in. Then I told her how I
felt (a guy has to stand up for himself, you know). She said she loved me so
much more than those things and that she was only making sure they were healthy
and that she was going to send them to someone else's home to live.
But I said
she didn't need to make such a great show of checking their vitals. Mummy
called me an old silly and kissed me on my head - uggh! I don't trust those
'things'; I've heard tales about stuff like this. Parents play tough but the
little creatures make cute faces and are all fuzzy and sweet, so parents fall
for them and let them stick around; then they somehow turn into cats.
We have
cats already.
That's all we need - more cats in the house!
They will take
over Mummy's life and she won't love me anymore.
That's it; I
have to do something to put a stop to this nonsense before it is too late.
But
what?
I'm thinking...
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